Delice February

And when it rained, Delice entered, hoping to find a place where I could watch the raindrops falling on the window glass, and I found only one place next to an old lady in her eighties or seventies, but she is very beautiful and very elegant, as if time, days and years had taught her how to be so elegant, wearing a black coat and her hair. Short, wavy, and in her hands a book in which she was reading carefully.. Then I approached her and said: Good evening, madam.. Would you allow me to sit down.. I looked at her blue eyes surrounded by wrinkles:- Bonsoir, my son, please take a seat

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